Surrendering Sanity

I Know That I Need You

-        His chest tightening as he imprinted the sight of her like this forever in his mind. He loved it. Loved what this small woman did to him, how she made him feel.

Bellamy added another finger as he fed on her. Sated his hunger. Driving her wild. He wanted her wild.

He wanted Casey to need him, to feel the same urgent hunger consuming her until she couldn't take one more breath without him inside her.

Bellamy needed that from her. He wanted to give her that. He wanted her eyes on him as he sent her soaring.

So Casey knew.

Because she meant something to him. It was inconvenient. But from the moment he had watched her smile. Dancing her way into Earth for the first time. It had been immediate. Something he just Knew.

She was his.

-

Bellamy woke from that memory as he always did. Remembering that primal need to mark her as his own only to wake before reliving Casey's sweet surrender. His member hard and throbbing, body slick with sweat. It was maddening. His imagination being cruel enough to get him going but not allowing him the mercy of escaping that desire.

His mind, perhaps, keeping that moment out of reach because it had been a lie. Casey Kane surrendering nothing more than her body to him that day.

Why else did she avoid him at every turn. Taking comfort from anyone but himself when he knew how much she was hurting. Hell, he hadn't seen her in two agonizing days. After there separation from that night in the woods he'd been irritable. Now he was livid.

Bellamy ignoring his arousal as he shifted in bed eyes moving to watch the flickering shadows on the wall ahead. Re-positioning that damned reminder of what he needed. Halfway tempted to go find one of the many woman who threw themselves at him simply to find some release. But the man knew. It wouldn't bring him satisfaction. So he dismissed the thought, as he had already each of them. Having tasted the forbidden fruit and knowing there was nothing that could compare.

No... He was content to lay there, in his own misery. Haunted by all those desperate little sounds.

***

It wasn't too late. The sun not being gone long from the sky. But Casey felt trepidatious as she'd made her way through camp. Most of the delinquents already settled down for the night. All the physical labor they'd been doing  it wasn't a surprise. But Bellamy put himself out there side by side with his workers everyday. And she didn't want to wake him if he'd already fallen asleep. There being no shadows of movement in the flickering  light to his tent. 

Casey actually hovering outside the entrance for a minute or two as she pondered what to do. Self consciously hoping she didn't look like a creep. Finally settling on just peaking her head in. Seeing if he was or wasn't awake and go from there.

Though she hoped the man was. Her mind providing plenty of provocative and scandalous thoughts on her journey here. Leaving the woman desperately horny. 

And god save her soul Bellamy Blake's toned hard chest was bare, shirtless, those delicious tanned muscles gleaming in the firelight. The man rolling over in bed as she peered carefully in, peaking up to her nose. Anxious excitement trembling down Casey's spine as the movement of his legs pulled the covers down.  Revealing that chizeled little v that practically demand you look lower coming into view.

"Bellamy?" 

That whispered call had been more husky and sexual than she had intended. The brunette blushing at the sound of her own voice. Said man groaning low in his throat in response, burying his head against the makeshift pillow. But otherwise saying nothing.